Chapter 186: The "Pulled Sugar" Evil Spirit, The Showerhead Might Become the Biggest Winner of the Shuraba
"Hey, what kind of attitude is this?"
Yoru frowned slightly, as if greatly offended.
"Let's be honest, can you still see things with one eye?"
The Slaughter Ghost hesitated and replied.
"I can see, but..."
"Isn't that enough? Something that doesn't affect you at all, yet you hold a grudge for so long, that's a bit petty of you."
Seeing Yoru start turning the offensive around, the Slaughter Ghost couldn't help freezing for a moment, then realized something was wrong and roared.
"I originally had two eyes! But now I only have..."
"Why are you shouting? What are you shouting for?"
Before the Slaughter Ghost could finish, Yoru interrupted directly, patted the opponent's shoulder, and said earnestly.
"I say Little Kill, as a spirit, do you have any goals in life?"
The Slaughter Ghost's brain wasn't as outstanding as Tamamo-no-Mae's. Facing this question, it pondered hard for quite a while before replying.
"To kill more evil spirits..."
"See, isn't that right?"
Seeing the Slaughter Ghost looking confused, Yoru smiled and explained.
"Think about it, losing one eye has no effect on you, but with your eye, we can better find evil spirits and then eliminate more of them."
"And in this process, your eye played a crucial role."
"From a certain perspective, doesn't this mean you are the one eliminating the evil spirits?"
"I didn't steal your eye; I am helping you fulfill your spirit-life goal."
The Slaughter Ghost looked dumbfounded. Pondering these words carefully, its brain was almost overloading.
"Seems like..."
The Slaughter Ghost thought for a long while before nodding, showing a simple and honest expression.
"What you said actually makes sense."
Hiratsuka Shizuka stood aside, listening to the conversation between this human and this ghost, completely dumbfounded.
No, this makes sense too?
What kind of logic is this!?
Although Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't fully understand, she could roughly gather from the conversation that the reason this tall, ferocious-looking evil ghost had an empty eye socket was because its eyeball was taken away by Yoru.
It can even tolerate this!?
And looking at it now, this Mr. Evil Ghost even looked submissive, and even a bit grateful?
What is this? Ultimate Intelligence-Lowering Halo?
What Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't know was that although the Slaughter Ghost was simple-minded, it wasn't so simple that it could be fooled by just anyone's few words.
The reason it behaved this way was entirely because it sensed a certain unusual aura from Yoru.
As a special existence called the Shinigami (Reaper) of Yokai, which only attacked evil spirits and ghosts and had absolutely no malice towards humans, the Slaughter Ghost's power was far beyond what ordinary evil spirits could compare to.
Precisely because of this, it could feel how great a change had occurred in this human male opposite compared to the last time they met.
Simply put.
In the eyes of an evil spirit with keen perception like the Slaughter Ghost, Yoru's aura was like a human seeing a serial killer covered in blood and hung with dismembered limbs.
A strong bloody smell, a suffocating murderous aura (Shaqi).
This was Yoru's image in the eyes of the Slaughter Ghost.
Moreover, compared to the last time they met...
The murderous aura on Yoru, which would only be produced after slaughtering a massive amount of evil spirits, had become much heavier.
This was the true reason why the Slaughter Ghost let down its guard.
After the opponent took its eyeball, he was indeed slaughtering evil spirits madly at an unimaginable, astonishing speed.
This made the Slaughter Ghost, who held strong killing intent towards evil spirits and ghosts, feel very joyful.
"By the way, I say Little Kill."
Yoru pressed the elevator button, patted the Slaughter Ghost's shoulder, looking very friendly.
"You can talk now?"
The Slaughter Ghost spoke in a deep voice with no emotional tone.
"Ate many evil spirits, then, I could."
"Is that so."
Yoru didn't feel surprised about this.
That evil spirits could enhance their power by devouring other evil spirits was something he had known for a long time.
Ding~
Seeing the elevator doors slowly open in front of him, Yoru walked in together with the Slaughter Ghost.
Then he looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka standing outside with a blank face and urged.
"Come in, hurry up, Shizuka-chan."
"Come... in..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at the tall Slaughter Ghost whose head almost touched the top of the elevator, with a terrifying and twisted face and bloodstains on its body.
Take the same elevator... with an evil spirit?
"Hurry up, stop dazing."
Yoru stepped out half a step, grabbed Hiratsuka Shizuka's wrist, pulled her into the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor.
Hiratsuka Shizuka carefully glanced at the Slaughter Ghost standing motionless there, quietly moved to the side, hid behind Yoru, and whispered.
"Um... shouldn't we go to the first-floor lobby and leave this hotel?"
"That's not it."
Yoru shook his head. His face was still so relaxed and indifferent, as if standing next to a terrifying evil ghost put absolutely no pressure on him, explaining faintly.
"Let me explain simply to you."
"To leave this area and return to a safe place, there are only two ways."
"The first way, you can understand it as escaping the effective range of the evil spirit's power."
"However, evil spirits can move, and during this moving process, we will encounter many attacks like the one just now."
"If it were just you and me, I would definitely choose to immediately take you away from here."
Speaking of this, Yoru paused, then uttered an astonishing sentence that made Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had lived for over twenty years, feel her heart flutter for the first time.
"After all, you are a very important person to me."
Hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka's heartbeat even paused for a moment.
A very important person?
A confession?
Is this a confession!?
Thinking carefully... when they met at the commercial pedestrian street in the morning, why did Yoru suddenly ask for her room number?
Is it a coincidence with what's happening inside the hotel now?
How could that be possible.
Hiratsuka Shizuka finally figured it out.
Yoru asked for her room number and didn't hesitate to brave the heavy rainstorm to come to this hotel, specifically to protect her.
Coupled with this sentence just now...
Hiratsuka Shizuka felt her defense line had been irretrievably breached bit by bit.
Can't hold on, who could withstand this?
Ding~
With the sound of the elevator prompt, the two people and one spirit arrived at the top floor.
After Hiratsuka Shizuka followed Yoru out of the elevator, seeing the Slaughter Ghost still standing inside, she hesitated slightly, but finally tugged Yoru's sleeve and reminded.
"Um... your frie... your friend is still inside."
Seeing Yoru turn his head to look at it, the Slaughter Ghost reached out its grayish-white left hand, pressed the button for the first floor, and said in a deep voice.
"I am going down."
Yoru said surprisedly.
"Hoh, you even know how to press the elevator button?"
Slaughter Ghost: "...."
When the elevator doors closed, Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed to be relieved of a heavy burden, finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yoru, and said with a complicated face.
"You... actually know such an evil ghost?"
"You know it too, it's the Slaughter Ghost."
"Slaughter Ghost?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka felt like she had heard this term somewhere. She tried hard to recall, and after a few seconds, her face suddenly changed.
"Is it the legendary one that only targets other Yokai, the Shinigami (Reaper) among the Hyakki, the Slaughter Ghost?"
"Correct."
Regarding the various strange tales and legends of Sakura Prefecture, although Hiratsuka Shizuka hadn't specifically studied them like Miko, she obviously understood them and immediately said.
"So to speak, it appeared here to hunt those other evil spirits? How did you get to know it?"
"Let's talk about this later."
Yoru waved his hand, and Hiratsuka Shizuka also nodded, not asking more. After all, they were still in danger now.
As the two walked towards the depths of the hotel floor, Yoru spoke.
"The second method to escape danger I mentioned before is to find the key core evil spirit and eliminate it."
Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned slightly, showing a worried look.
"Then you... are planning to go find that evil spirit? Will it be dangerous?"
"What danger could there be?"
Yoru smiled, waved the showerhead in his hand, and said seriously.
"Although the evil spirit is strong, I, the Showerhead Swordsman, am not an ordinary person either!"
Regarding the outrageous words coming from Yoru's mouth, Hiratsuka Shizuka lacked the energy to complain.
She looked at the showerhead held in the opponent's hand, thinking how can this thing kill those evil spirits with terrifying and ferocious faces?
"Are you really planning to use this thing to deal with those evil spirits?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned tightly. Although pretending to be calm, the concern and worry in her voice were overflowing.
"Since it's a dangerous matter, at a time like this, don't play abstract...."
Just as Hiratsuka Shizuka was halfway through speaking, an emaciated and short evil spirit suddenly rushed out from the corner ahead.
"You can see me! Woman!"
The opponent's movements were as agile as an ape. It sprawled on the wall for a moment, kicked its legs fiercely, and its two dirty hands with mud in its nails actually reached towards Hiratsuka Shizuka's chest, its eyes bearing an extremely strong twisted excitement.
Facing this evil spirit's perverted hooligan-like action, Hiratsuka Shizuka froze slightly at first.
Immediately after, she showed a displeased look. Rather than fear, there was more anger in her heart.
"Die!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka clenched her five fingers into a fist, sank her body slightly, exerted force from her waist, and threw the most powerful punch of her life.
Bang!
While the short evil spirit's body was still in mid-air, it was hit in the face by Hiratsuka Shizuka's punch, directly flying backward and crashing into the wall, making a muffled sound.
"Hmph."
Hiratsuka Shizuka waved her fist, looking arrogant.
"A lecherous guy like this should eat a hit of my iron fist!"
Watching Hiratsuka Shizuka's violent appearance, Yoru complained from the side.
"Shizuka-chan, do you know why you still can't find a boyfriend until now?"
"You..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka choked, snorted softly, and struck a classic tsundere pose with arms crossed over her chest and chin raised.
"I... I'm not unable to find one, I just don't want to find one, hmph."
"Your mouth is really tough."
Immediately after, Yoru added with a chuckle.
"However, no matter how tough the mouth is, it's soft when kissed."
"You guy..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka shook her fist, blushing slightly.
"Actually daring to flirt with a teacher, you also want to eat my iron fist, right?"
"That's not necessary."
Yoru waved his hand, then looked towards the wall.
"However, evil spirits are not that easy to be resolved."
Hiratsuka Shizuka followed his gaze and found that at some point, that short evil spirit had disappeared.
Next second, an afterimage appeared from the corner.
"You... can all see!"
This time, the short evil spirit's speed became even faster.
The target was still the same, attempting to commit unruly acts against Hiratsuka Shizuka.
"BYD you are really courting death."
Yoru said faintly. The showerhead in his hand flew out like a meteor hammer, hitting right in the middle of that short evil spirit's face.
Bang.
After the short evil spirit's body fell to the ground, before it had time to make any movement, Yoru took two steps forward and grabbed the few remaining hairs on its bald head with his left hand.
"Time to enjoy."
Yoru raised his foot and stepped on this short evil spirit's abdomen. In his eyes flashed madness and excitement that Hiratsuka Shizuka had never seen before. His right hand holding the showerhead slowly approached this evil spirit's face.
The scene in the next minute could only be described with one word.
Cruel.
Hiratsuka Shizuka finally understood how something like a showerhead should be used.
On the showerhead, there were dense small holes for letting out water flow, and the inside was empty.
Then here comes the question.
If this side with small holes was pressed deadly against an evil spirit's face with astonishing force, and then the force was continuously increased, constantly pressing down, what would happen?
Correct.
This short perverted evil spirit was "pulled sugar" (extruded like noodles/Play-Doh) by Yoru using the showerhead.
Witnessing the entire process, the shock in Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart was indescribable.
Until this moment, she finally understood one thing.
Although Yoru had done many outrageous things in Sobu High, compared to this moment, he was truly extremely restrained.
Slapping a few male classmates, sleeping in class, calling her, the teacher, Shizuka-chan...
Compared to the scene that just happened before Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes, all these things became insignificant.
What is a violent maniac?
This is a violent maniac!
Beat Hiratsuka Shizuka to death and she wouldn't have thought that a showerhead actually had such a wonderful use!
She silently made a resolution.
From now on... I'd better take baths in a bathtub.
"OK, enjoyed enough."
After Yoru said this easily misunderstood sentence, like a beast having vented its desires, he impatiently stepped on and exploded the head of that evil spirit lying on the ground, whose body was still constantly twitching.
Just then, Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly heard a soft click and the sound of footsteps coming from the fire escape door behind her.
She turned her head and saw a tall and slender woman wearing black mourning clothes, her long black hair hanging down to her waist, covering her face, leading a group of hotel guests with terrified faces, slowly walking out from the stairwell.
Seeing Yoru and Hiratsuka Shizuka standing not far away, the woman in mourning clothes first paused slightly. Then, an inexplicable fervor showed in her eyes under the black hair, and she walked quickly towards where the two were standing.
Seeing the opponent's appearance, Hiratsuka Shizuka instantly felt her heart tighten.
It wasn't that she was seeing enemies everywhere (making a mountain out of a molehill), but the temperament, dress, and eyes of this woman in mourning clothes were too much like an evil spirit.
What normal person would wear mourning clothes in a hotel?
No, normal people wouldn't go out wearing mourning clothes!
Under Hiratsuka Shizuka's vigilant gaze of facing a formidable enemy, the woman in mourning clothes had already walked in front of Yoru.
She raised her hands, slowly lifted the long black hair covering her face, revealing an exquisite beauty that made even Hiratsuka Shizuka, a fellow woman, feel her heart tremble.
But on this exquisite face, those elegant and slender eyes carried strong and twisted jealousy, staring tightly at...
The showerhead in Yoru's hand.
"Master..."
The woman in mourning clothes' voice sounded very resentful.
"Did you... find a new weapon? Are you unwilling to use me anymore? Do you dislike me? Do you not want me anymore?"
Listening to these words, and seeing the sorrowful expression and eyes twisted with jealousy on the woman in mourning clothes' face, a word emerged in Hiratsuka Shizuka's mind.
Yandere.
But this yandere... seemed a bit different from the yanderes she had heard of before?
No matter what relationship this exquisite woman in black mourning clothes had with Yoru.
Even if it's a yandere, even if it's due to strong possessiveness, shouldn't this jealous gaze be directed at her?
In this world, there is actually someone who would view a mere showerhead as a rival!?
What kind of abstract development is this!?
"Oh, this."
Yoru waved the showerhead in his hand and smiled.
"You weren't here, and I didn't want to touch the evil spirit with my bare hands, so I just grabbed something randomly."
Hearing this, the woman in mourning clothes cast her gaze onto Yoru's face, her tone resentful, making Hiratsuka Shizuka on the side feel her heart clench just listening.
"Compared to this concubine who can be used at will, do you prefer this mere modern creation? Did this concubine not do well enough? If it is the Master's command, no matter how roughly the Master wants to use me, it is fine."
Hiratsuka Shizuka blushed, steam about to rise from her head.
She was truly shocked.
This woman in black mourning clothes, dressed and with a temperament quite antique, could actually say such bold and naked words!
Roughly use...
Exactly what kind of rough use, Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't even dare to think.
"Don't be jealous here randomly."
Yoru patted the head of the woman in black mourning clothes and smiled.
"You stay here and protect these people, especially this one beside me, hear me?"
The woman in mourning clothes glanced at Hiratsuka Shizuka, completely without the slightest trace of jealousy. Instead, her eyes were very gentle, smiling with pursed lips.
"Then please stay close to me, do not leave my side."
Hiratsuka Shizuka truly didn't understand.
The opponent even got jealous of a showerhead, but ended up being so gentle to her.
Does this mean...
In the eyes of this woman in black mourning clothes, as a woman, she was even less than a showerhead?